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Aug 05, 2026
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Insidious
The ones who talk in sugar-coated blades
those who hold emotions but never feel their weight
the people who vomit instead of speak
they feed on the gullible and the gullible pay with soul
I stole a sword from their arsenal
The hilt now worn
the blade chipped
I stare the beasts in the eye
They don't see me
Good
I hover this blade against their necks
Naivety speaks
crush the cockroach and they'll call you a hero
Wisdom answers
why crush what you can set free
The masters move like water
because they've drowned
so many times
I am no god
Though how else does one survive
the terrain of unconscious beasts
— Poet.in.plain.sight, Aug 05, 2026
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The central conceit of this poem—that a speaker steals a weapon from manipulators and turns it back on them—gives the piece a clear spine, and the closing lines carry the most weight. "The masters move like water / because they've drowned / so many times" is the strongest moment here: it earns its metaphor by complicating it, suggesting that fluency in cruelty is itself a mark of past suffering rather than mere villainy. That turn adds moral texture the opening lines do not yet reach.
The imagery of the stolen sword is developed with care. "The hilt now worn / the blade chipped" does real work, implying the speaker has used this weapon long enough to be shaped by it, which pays off against the later admission "I am no god." The exchange between "Naivety" and "Wisdom" also sets up the poem's genuine question—whether to destroy or release—and the line "why crush what you can set free" lands the dilemma cleanly.
Some of the opening images strain toward force rather than achieving it. "Sugar-coated blades" is a familiar figure, and "vomit instead of speak" reaches for disgust in a way that competes with, rather than deepens, the more controlled sword imagery that follows. Because the poem's best effects are precise and restrained, these early lines might be revised toward the same specificity—one concrete instance of the manipulators' speech would do more than the accumulated abstractions of "those who hold emotions but never feel their weight."
The phrase "the gullible pay with soul" also arrives before the poem has established what that costs, so it reads as assertion rather than something felt. Consider whether the poem can dramatize a single transaction rather than naming its category. The final question, "how else does one survive / the terrain of unconscious beasts," is compelling, but "unconscious beasts" repeats the "beasts" of eight lines earlier without adding to it; a fresh image in one of those two places would let each stand on its own.
One small structural note: the isolated "Good" is effective as a cold, private aside, and the poem might trust more of these short lines to do that quiet work instead of relying on the heavier declarations elsewhere.
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